Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2018 21:50:53 -0400
From: Ronald Speener
Subject: Bag of Candy Weekend 12-Epilogue
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Chapter 12—Epilogue
Our lives are made up of many episodes that we braid together to make a
continuity of ourselves. People and events become part of the braid for a
while and fray off. And that Memorial Day weekend, which ended with Danny,
is just one of the snippets of braided threads. It was an important one
among many in my life. Yet, there are always questions, many
unanswered. What happened next? What happened to? Why? Humans by nature are
curious. We are curious about the world around us, the people in that
world, sex. This is good, and I hope I never have all the answers because I
am not sure I have all the questions.
Thread One
I showed up for work Tuesday exhausted and wanting to have a quiet day. I
was barely at my desk when some of the more gossipy women were at my desk
curious about my weekend because I had left them Friday with noncommittal
statements but I was also obviously excited over something. I just told
them that I went trout fishing for the first time and how exciting that
was. I omitted the where and whom. Most of the ladies did not believe
me. But let them guess.
Jack came in with chipper. "Good morning." A swarm of curious gnats moved
from me to him.
Later he requested some financial figures. That put me in Jack's
office. "So what are the vultures circling for?" he asked with a shake of
the head.
"They wanted details about my weekend."
"And?" Jack asked.
"I told them that I went fishing, and it was a great weekend." I smiled at
the thought of the weekend. "Some believed me, some did not. Let them image
as they want."
"Limited lives." Jack commented.
"Thank you for inviting me." I paused thinking. "I have never had such
great sex, but the companionship was better."
"Me too." replied Jack, "Me too."
The next day, Jack and I went to the gym together. He asked me as we were
dressing if I had texted Danny.
"Danny found me," I said, waiting. I got the reaction I wanted and
continued, "He showed up at my apartment Monday night."
"And"
"He decided the trophy needed to be in the bedroom on the dresser"
"You're killing me man."
"Danny spent the night. It was nothing athletic, but it was perfect."
"And now what?"
"We date, explore our feelings, experiment a little." I grinned at Jack,
"He is anxious to meet Stud and Carissa for a meal."
"I'm happy for you, and I want to be the best man."
"Too soon, man." I was starting to see a future with Danny.
After I returned from the gym, the hens wanted the scoop on Jack's body. I
demurred that it's impolite for men to look in a changing room. If they
only knew what I knew about Jack's body.
Thread Two
After the not subtle continuing attempts to hook me up. I had had it with
the women, so I confided with them that I was gay. I hoped that was the end
of the matchmaking. It was not. Now they had eligible brothers, cousins,
friends, friends of neighbors.
Finally, fed up, I stood up on my desk, "Announcement everyone, I have a
boy friend; no more match making." Several of the other guys in the office
applauded. Jack was in his office, which had a window. He fell out of his
chair in hysterical laughter. The end result was I that I was left in
peace. Perhaps because a single man just started. I hoped he was an open
gay with more balls than I had when I started.
Thread Three
Leo invited me to meet him and his ex-wife at a gay bar. She thanked me for
destroying their marriage and saving their friendship. They are both
happier and now good friends. She was dating. That night she was Leo's
wingman. She actively scouted the crowded bar looking for a partner for
Leo. I do not understand women and find mates for single men.
Thread Four
I heard the Demetrius's wife sued him for divorced, irreconcilable
differences. This is not a surprise. Jack sees him occasionally and says he
has several women to pump his dick into. I just hope he is less aggressive.
Thread Five
Carlos is fighting extradition because he is an illegal
immigrant. Apparently, his parents illegally crossed the border when he was
six months old. He discovered it when he needed a copy of his birth
certificate. He served in the military but is now facing deportation to
Mexico. He is appealing, while he tries to earn citizenship. It may take
five to ten years to prove he is worthy of citizenship.
Thread Six
Danny. We are dating seriously. The time apart has softened both of us, if
that is the right word. I am more flexible and he is tamer. He and I have
gone to Stud and Carissa's home a few times. You should see their
basement. The Middle Ages did not have so many devices. Carissa liked to
watch Danny and I double bang Stud, but we don't go very often any
more. Believe it or not, it was too kinky for Danny.
Thread Seven
Jack and I went a few times alone to his cabin and a few with Danny. We
three did a Labor Day weekend with Stud. It was fun, lots of sex. Jack in a
leather thong and nipple clamps, if only for five seconds, was the
highlight.
Thread Eight
Danny and I got married.
Jack was my best man and Stud Danny's. Jack and I wore white satin
tuxedos. Danny and Stud wore black leather. One of Danny's sisters was a
groom's person for me; she was sweet in white satin. Danny's brother stood
with him. I think he enjoyed too much the leather pants. Carissa was the
officiant; most of the men, however, were more interested in her cleave as
it flowed out of her red leather bustier than the service.
My mother cried; I knew my dad would have approved. He always liked Danny.
Danny's parents were effusive about me being part of the family. His two
sisters and one brother pulled me aside and gave me juicy stories about
Danny growing up. They figured I'd need the ammo. I would like to say the
stories shocked me, but they were pure Danny. Danny's parents gave us
silver cock rings with our names engraved on each. My mother thought they
were napkin rings—I didn't tell her otherwise. We bought two more and
use them as napkin rings. Our gay friends are amused; my mother is
impressed at our fashion style. And yes, we have used them as intended.
Stud and Carissa gave us a black box, which Danny and I refused to open in
front of anyone. It was a variation of Rodin's Kiss, except it was two
men. If you looked close, one has a woody. It sits on the dresser with my
trophy, which I did turn into a lamp.
Jack and his wife gave us crystal stemware. I don't think Jack will be
anything but vanilla, but I like his vanilla.
Leo and his boyfriend Sam and his ex-wife and her husband attended. It was
nice to see them happy. Leo and Sam hinted at a camping trip. We did and
Leo was a sexual animal.
Thread Nine
I finished my MBA specializing in international taxes. Learned some German
and Japanese. Danny became a vet specializing in exotic animals, especially
large cats. Our jobs have us traveling frequently. Often we can arrange
together. Eating sushi from a navel is just as fun as schnapps, especially
if the young man of interest is tied to the bed. Danny still has his kinky
side, which I now encourage.
Thread Ten
Jack took a VP job in New York. We meet when we are passing through.
He sold us the cabin in Wisconsin, to which we immediately started adding
civilization. It has running water, electricity, and indoor toilets. We
added two bedrooms. It is totally off the grid: solar, wind, and
propane. Now, it is gay rustic
We kept the fire pit and the outhouse. Part of the root cellar, Danny
turned into a dungeon. We use it when we invite guys up for our candy
weekends.
Thread Eleven
Danny and my marriage vows promised to love and cherish each other but not
to be exclusive. It is all right for some couples and maybe when we hit 80
for us. Our primary rule is to be honest, say whom and give details. Often
with share or one of us just watches.
We did not promise each other that we will love each other forever. Forever
is such a long time and people change, needs change. We promise that we
will love each other today. That is enough. I guess that explains why our
relationship works.
Thread Twelve
I am of the opinion that people get old when they look more to what they
did than what they will do. I vowed to never be so attached to the past
that I cannot get excited about tomorrow. With Danny, I see many tomorrows.
Here is to tomorrow and all its unwrapped candy.